Oh! It is a still born It is a still born How do we tell Her? That her first born, A son, is a still born
My dear, my Christmas greeting stands in front of my abrupt reply. Not a complete swerve of mind; I rather swallow the question this way, ‘Why that swerve of interest in me?’
Wars are waged with fury, The battles are begun by plan And killings are choreographed. Men kill men, Women kill men, But children and women Men kill not by rules. While many are dead, Droves are drowned In a dam of slavery. And many more are moving corpses. War has weapons, What war wields Are … Continue reading Austerity And Deceit of War (Complete)
Who wants to serve? Who wants to get busy? They all raise their hands up. N.Y.S.C! Can’t they see? They are all blind. The corrupt lane of the country, waves yes to the ages of those delayed by strikes and witchcrafts of lecturers. NYSC! See, they can’t see… No hope. Get a life and move … Continue reading Nysc
It’s not being pessimistic to talk hate before love. I feel the both have a lot to do with each other. One leads to the other. And one helps the other, especially love to hate. And tonight I feel a lot of disappointments, hate and love for even the ones I had a lot of … Continue reading Mbgn 2011 – My Hate, My Love
This dream, Peeping through multiple layers of the subconscious mind Gathering in the recesses of the shallowest pits In dormant form it continues to fester This hope, The last remaining straw for the drowning man So frail and brittle looking Forever in the distance like the treacherous mirage Always promising but never delivering This change, … Continue reading This Dream
I held my bible and began to declare powerfully. “It’s not of him that willeth, nor of him that runneth …” I picked up my Biology book and began to read from the beginning. Exam was in a few hours and the thought of it was a terror on its own. I fetched a bucket … Continue reading With love from Mollusca
The weight of the ancient iniquity bore down upon him. This wasn’t just a sin against man; it was an affront against a goddess and by extension, the pantheon. The gods would avenge one of their own. That he had been brought here meant that terrible justice would be meted. At most he would be … Continue reading Pantheon (3): Instigation
Stuttering words, they fade away dying like a flame gone cold; Nothing much is left to say but this need that’s born of old, old as the skies up above. Now! Now! the fervent plea sung by lips seeking a bond; This must be… it must be… frantic pants of souls love-burned, dazed by desire’s … Continue reading Kemistry!
This is a raw draft. You guys are my editors at this stage so you’d be doing me a favor by making comments and corrections. Its part of a larger project. I fear not; I am but a messenger Let not my message make you anger For he that gave me the burden Lurks in … Continue reading The Devil’s Pawn – Excerpts 6
Traversing past d climes Of strange fairy ‘eyes’ Engulfed, engrossed by those ‘times’ Those melodic ‘Rhymes’,… Caring less Of d traffic mess, For I was pressed To release some urinary ‘waste’. Hurriedly untied my Versas trousers Noticing Not, the by-passers. So close she came, ‘Massa! She fumed, like an undue ‘Rasta’ Hell what doeth thou? … Continue reading Peeing on the Street
Everyday , Hes telling stories,shes telling stories, I’m telling stories ,you’re telling stories , They are telling stories ,We are telling stories . What is the world doing with our stories ? Our stories ,Our Everyday We are stories waiting to be shared We are stories ,we crown our days with our thoughts ,expressions,feelings, … Continue reading Everyday people, the world and their stories.
You’re in my head. You’ve always been. And you’re the one i’ve never seen. I crave you everyday with passion. You used to have a complexion, but now you’re grey and in between. Oh,how often i wonder; if i’ll ever find you. Are you even out there? Or just a decoy dream in my head? … Continue reading The Unending Search
I have to do this and I must, than let these uncircumcised barbarians got their way in and make me look more of a fool. It was never the best decision to take, but I have to die than stand to fight alone and end up in the enemies’ paw. I have to set fire … Continue reading When all hope turned sour
Ring around the roses, A pocket full of posies, Atiiishu! Atiiishu! We all fall down… The swing beneath the tree in the front yard swung slowly, back and forth, beneath the full moon. There was a light breeze, and power was out. The shadows ruled the night, and almost everyone was asleep. Almost everyone. … Continue reading Nursery Rhymes, Deadly Rhymes